aphid crawl against my wrist
first time my cousins
have felt like my cousins

we want the funeral to be a celebration
of life

slip hand below rusty shawl
on waist are you doing okay
yes                                     you?

wandering piano chords that night
for lotion             for trying to girl           
for afterlife         for beforelife
for black with a pop of color
for knowing just enough

cheers
with this buggy sparkling juice